Words Are Loneliness.

Music Is The Can-opener Of The Soul.

Even If It Doesn't Work, There Is Something Healthy And Invigorating About Direct Action

My Hunger And Curiosity Drive Me Forward In All Directions At Once.

It Is No Accident That Propels People Like Us To Paris. Paris Is Simply An Artificial Stage, A Revolving Stage That Permits The Spectator To Glimpse All Phases Of The Conflict. Of Itself Paris Initiates No Dramas. They Are Begun Elsewhere. Paris Is Simply An Obstetrical Instrument That Tears The Living Embryo From The Womb And Puts It In The Incubator.

On The Meridian Of Time, There Is No Injustice: There Is Only The Poetry Of Motion Creating The Illusion Of Truth And Drama.